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"When is someone considered human? When they are born? Or when they finally acknowledge that they have morals or a conscious? But what if a man realizes he is man when he does wrong, is it too late? These are questions that ponder most people I know. It's hard to follow your life as you seem comfortable to do so, but it is do able. When people die, we have to shed tears for them as a sign of primal mourning for that person. But what about the ones who don't cry anymore? Are they just some heartless creature void of compassion and love? When i heard the news he had died, I didn't cry. I was enraged. I was angry. I was a monster that I have come to enjoy and call myself. I no longer cry for the dead. I rejoice for them. I rejoice because they are on a new path, a new journey. When I die, I ask all my friends who know me to not come to the funeral. What point does it make to cry over me? I still haven't figured that out, but I guess when my time comes I shall find out. Oh well, my heart is slowing. Chest is getting tight. Harder to breath. So this is Death? A little agony to get to some peaceful bliss. I hope Margarete finds me and not one of the kids. God Please don't let one of my children find their father dead on the living room floor. God......harder to breath now.......extreme pain.........I think I'll just rest here......yeah....rest...for..a............"
